The Hue Runner: Lox Deadwood

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No one understood the desert, not like me. I could tell by the way each one ran. Their feet fought against the sand, loathing the dust beneath them. I ran with the ground, undulating with each stride. My body and soul turned warm as sand, becoming one.

-M.E. InkOwl


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